Spent the morning working on projects I’d set aside a while. Late afternoon, went to PT for the first time in weeks. Much progress, I think, since the last session.
Came home, sent off an N review, and wrote a letter to my grand niece, E.
Stuck with the keyboard a few hours longer then took a break and drove to Starbuck’s. Cooked up a pot of stew when I got home.
Nearing the end of the first volume of McCartney’s The Lyrics. Enjoying it quite a bit. Read the short in this week’s NYer as well.
Still trying to find my footing.